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Heather T

counting sighs

 

 

 

inhale

exhale

mocking time

smelling flowers

that I despise

I watch the clock

and count the sighs

 

ignoring air

I could not die

 

the sun is cold

and dreams unkind

bring thoughts of you

but I\'m denied

I squint to see

still lamp black blind

 

ignoring light

I could not die

 

I eat fresh graves

to sympathize

and choke on words

without goodbye

spit out the tears

they leave behind

 

ignoring warm

I could not die

 

I sleep blank sleep

to tranquilize

pound my fists

and try to cry

the knuckles bleed

I don\'t know why

 

I\'m walking dead

and cannot die